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Vitria \u2013 Prismatic Angel<\/h2>\n

Selvaneri often don full feathers of avians as they are classically depicted in temple alfrescos and murals, yet Vitria is unique among her kind. For the Selvaneri of Tharanais has wings of glass, shining and reflecting all colours of the world, and imbuing themselves with the violets of Minera\u2019s Breath when she calls upon it for spellcasting.<\/p>\n

Raised as a Given Child in the confines of a Tharanaian Temple in Draksborne, Vitria\u2019s earliest memories are of the stained glass windows that surrounded her. The sacred ground of Tharanais was her home, and he, her father. For years the clergy of the temple thought Vitria inert, for she showed no arcane inclination through her youth. Rather than taught as a sorcerer or member of the clergy, she was given the mundane role of a scribe, a role she bore with gritted teeth. It felt cruel that she would be raised within such a place, yet be born inert, cut off from Minera\u2019s Breath.<\/p>\n

From dusk until dawn, the night of her twentieth birthday, she prayed to Tharanais, pleading that he might bestow his grace upon her, and link her body to Minera\u2019s Breath. In her heart, the matter felt futile, yet she held to a single strand of hope, a strand which carried her until the sun rose through the stained glass windows of her temple, and she collapsed from exhaustion. When she awoke, she held no arcane powers, and her body still could not wield Minera\u2019s Breath. Dejected, she felt as if Tharanais had abandoned her, and she abandoned him in turn. She left the next day, with a small bag packed and no hope or knowledge of where she might go. She walked east.<\/p>\n

Yet the roads in those days of Draksborne\u2019s fall were fraught with danger. Brigands and deserters roaming wild in the lands, uncaring for what loot they might plunder, as long as there was something to plunder. One night, weeks after her departure, she camped in the ruins of a small monastery, burnt out in war. The alfresco paintings were stained black with ash, and the stained glass had baked and shattered across the floor. Yet it was refuge during a cold and rainy autumn, though the fire she lit brought more than warmth. A group of marauders were drawn to light on the horizon, and not long after she set it, they were upon her. It was here that her prayers to Tharanais were finally answered, in a moment of desperation as they attempted to force themselves upon her, she reached for a shard of glass, yet it sat too far. The distance suddenly closed, and rather than find its way into her palm, it slid straight into her assailant\u2019s throat. The glass around her became her weapon, though unwieldy and awkward, for she still did not understand how to bend it to her will. She was able to fend off the rest of her assailants in a hurricane of shattered glass and blood, forcing the rest to flee.<\/p>\n

With her prayers answered, and her faith restored, Vitria reflected on the moment. Why now? She had heard of many groups like this ravaging the borderlands of Draksborne and the newly established Belfrie Sovereignty. She took it as a sign from Tharanais that this was a task. One he solely appointed to her. Thus for weeks she honed her weave of glass, and found other spells with Minera\u2019s Breath that would benefit her in her quest. She then moved south to north across the borderlands, baiting out these marauders and evil doers to attack her, then ruthlessly ending their lives. Nearly a dozen groups she ended this way, until she met her match when one contingent held a battlemage, a veteran of the war. He slew her nearly instantly, but in her death, she found herself in Syelden, face to face with Tharanais. The sight brought tears to her eyes. The Divine of Wisdom had been so moved by her, that he granted her a place among his Selvaneri, bestowing upon her a set of glass wings.<\/p>\n<\/section>\n

The set<\/span><\/p>\n

The dark forces of Mindoriel\u2019s Spawn have invaded Syelden, the Endless End. Tharador\u2019s afterlife of infinite planes, each tailored to the souls that reside there. The Tharameni and their devout protectors must fend off the evil of Idinhelieth, the harbinger of disease and pestilence, before his rot corrupts even the most pure of places. Should they fail, the afterlife would become a torturous hell for all.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The campaign<\/span><\/p>\n

In Divine Gambit Pt III the party awakes in the blackness of the void, after having suffered an untimely end. They discover, however, that the sanctuary of heaven has been breached by the forces of evil, who are slowly destroying the fabric of the afterlife. They must band together with other survivors to drive the forces of the abyss out, restoring order to Syelden and the infinite planes that exist within it.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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